Letting out a sigh, Cain was finally relieved to be alone.
'Honestly. I can't relax when she's around.'
He had moved from his chair to the bed.
Better bedding had finally been provided after so long. The bed was soft, but not too soft. Just perfect.
As he lay his head in the pillow, he pulled up his status screen and stared at it for a long time.
Then he closed it up.
'It feels unreal, in a way...'
Despite his stat points being so high, he didn't feel overwhelmingly powerful.
'It could be that my control stat creates a delicate balance. Or, it could be the legendary Hedonic Treadmill effect.'
The feeling of never being enough. An undebatable aspect of the human condition.
Or perhaps, other creatures experienced it as well, one could never know with how wide and endless the known and unknown universe were.
Although his physique was incredible and his strength points were significantly above superhuman, he didn't feel like he would break through the bedding and floor.
